American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The destination is located in the corner outside Bangkok, which is the village established outside the city of Bangkok.

The location is also quite remote.

It takes at least almost an hour to drive there.

So this time, York's transportation was a helicopter arranged by the Thai authorities.

At the speed of the helicopter going straight, this time can be shortened to ten minutes.

Buzz!

The noise in his ears kept ringing, and Yorks selectively blocked his hearing.

Through the breath-holding experiment, he found that he could freely control the parts of his body.

It's like controlling the tightness of a valve.

Ignoring the curious eyes of the Thai official dispatched soldier next to him, Yorks lowered his head and looked down.

The helicopter flew out of the city, and it turned out that it was really desolate underneath, and everything as far as the eye could see was filled with darkness.

"I need you to drive away all the people in the village, including the people outside."

Yorks stared at the darkness below with only a few lights and said casually.

"No one is allowed to come close within thirty kilometers."

The words are in English, but the soldiers arranged by the Thai government will naturally understand them.

He held a classic M4A1 in his hand, and the curious look in his eyes became more intense.

Despite this, the soldier still did not forget his mission and nodded slightly:

"Okay, Father."

With an indifferent expression on his face, Yorks straightened his body, closed his eyes and began to think ahead, imagining the battle scene in his mind, trying to be aware of it.

It wasn't until he felt the helicopter starting to land that he opened his eyes, his eyes filled with light of thought.

The voice of the Thai official soldier also sounded in my ears: "Father, we are here."

Yorks looked down and saw that the helicopter landed on the edge of a small village.

There were already many soldiers with guns waiting at the landing location, including monks responsible for guarding.

As he walked out of the cabin, everyone came to greet him.

The Thai soldier who had been following here nodded to his subordinates, then looked at the priest who had already docked and asked seriously.

"Father, besides expulsion, do you have any other requirements?"

Yorks was now carrying a backpack containing a sacred bomb, and holding a backpack larger than a mountaineering bag in both hands. He walked slowly forward in the direction indicated by the monk, leaving only one sentence.

"No."

Behind him was the gaze of a group of soldiers.

Yorks doesn't care at all. Dragging ordinary people into extraordinary battles is actually the most irresponsible thing.

The number of casualties caused by the incident at Siam Paragon Mall is testimony to this.

The devil itself has strong resilience. For example, the monster John Wick faced last time was even weaker than the devil, but it was able to block the impact of bullets with its own defense.

Therefore, apart from the fact that the sacred power can ignore it and directly cause critical damage, ordinary weapons are actually a tickle in a sense for the devil.

Although there will be pain.

Of course, if it is a strategic level of power such as missiles and nuclear bombs, it is naturally different. But there are people who specialize in connecting with extraordinary people and solving them. Why use such strategic weapons?

"That's it, Father Yorks."

Just when he thought of this, Father Marty's monk pointed to the house with lights on more than ten meters ahead.

Yorks put away all his thoughts and looked over. Through the real-time three-dimensional image in his mind, he could see that the family of seven who were targeted by the cult were all sitting around the living room.

But there were only five people.

"The mother who joined the Satanic cult is buried there." The monk pointed to the open space outside the house.

Yorks glanced over and saw nothing but mounds of dirt and a vast desolation within fifty meters, and he sighed in his heart.

“What a great shooting location.”

The monk looked puzzled.

Yorks didn't even explain, he just walked out.

"Let's go."

As the distance gets closer.

York's vision has stopped at a minimal humanoid three-dimensional image.

In his perception, this child was indeed somewhat different.

The difference was that his body didn't move at all, and darkness lingered around him, like a new layer of black clothes.

"In that case, proceed as planned."

Before he could reach it, York's eyes narrowed.

With the help of the real-time stereogram, the surge of spiritual power appeared in the house and directly hit the necks of the people sitting in the living room one by one, knocking them out one by one.

Seeing the three-dimensional human figure slowly hanging down on the table, Master York led the monk into the house.

It has a very simple structure, with a living room and kitchen connected to it. The overall area is very large, and there is a self-dug well in the depth.

According to the information he knew, the old woman was mysteriously drowned in the well.

The eyes shifted again, and the owners of this family were sitting at the dining table in the living room.

But he was knocked unconscious on the table by Yorkist.

This made the monk's body tense up instantly, like a beast about to pounce, and his right hand instantly rested on the knight's sword at his waist.

Fortunately, the sound of a word made him relax.

"Don't be nervous, leave the fourth child to me except for Yilan," Yorks said calmly, staring at the youngest child inside.

"All the rest will be moved away."

Father Marty's monk blinked, looked at the priest, and then at the unconscious person in the living room. Although he was confused, he could only nod in agreement.

"Yes, Father Yorks."

[21:12]

"Only two hours left." After watching the monk cooperate with the Thai soldiers to move everyone away, Master York stared at Yilan who had been moved from the table to the floor.

By this time, the area had begun to be cleared, which meant that he and the child were the only ones left in the area.

"But there's something else."

Yorks turned to look at the wheelchair next to the sofa. A psychic circle was instantly generated at his feet, slowly rotating and emitting a deep red light.

The next second, Yorkes directly entered another space.

The surrounding environment has completely changed. The living room where he was standing has become dark, and there is wetness everywhere, accompanied by a hazy mist.

And he also saw an old man sitting in the wheelchair who was all white, her face was so black and swollen that her facial features could not be seen clearly, and her juices were still flowing. Her hands on the handle of the wheelchair were like curled claws.

The picture is extremely scary.

The ominous emanation from the whole body can affect the surrounding void, showing wisps of mist.

So much resentment, because of being drowned?

Yorks narrowed his eyes and stared at the dead soul in the wheelchair.

This can no longer be said to be a dead soul, but a vengeful spirit, a vengeful spirit that can affect reality.

"It's just that you still seem to have an obsession?"

Yorks looked at the wraith sitting in the wheelchair doing nothing, watching its dark eyes staring at Elan lying on the floor, and pulled out a sacred grenade from the ammunition belt.

"If you want to tell me something before you leave, I wouldn't mind giving you a good time."